tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post1004305178535754865..comments2024-02-29T06:34:59.406-05:00Comments on From The House of Edward: The Carousel of TimePamela Terry and Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746603636884819522noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-57305603551126312232011-10-09T23:28:54.296-04:002011-10-09T23:28:54.296-04:00Your story is heart warming on how songwriters com...Your story is heart warming on how songwriters come and fade away but leaving in their memories beautiful music. Nice read!<br /><br />thanks,<br />J. Harp<br />writer <a href="http://www.glasschandeliers.com/" rel="nofollow">Murano Chandeliers</a>Blue Turtlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12645385314673277576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-88246667777427963142011-10-08T11:55:37.478-04:002011-10-08T11:55:37.478-04:00Mrs Pennigton sounds lovely! I still live just 15 ...Mrs Pennigton sounds lovely! I still live just 15 minutes from my childhood home, shop in the same streets as I did when I was a child. And I love it.:-)<br /><br />Oh, I wish I could visit my childhood room, but I think it would be too sad to see everything changed. I'm afraid I don't deal well with change. I'll try to get that carousel image into my head.carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09086636830513427701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-60061303894750558442011-10-07T05:30:47.669-04:002011-10-07T05:30:47.669-04:00You find the most wonderful pictures for your blog...You find the most wonderful pictures for your blog!Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-87664675762315139962011-10-06T04:20:22.619-04:002011-10-06T04:20:22.619-04:00What a beautiful post Pamela with such lovely sent...What a beautiful post Pamela with such lovely sentiments.<br />I love Mrs Pennington and hope that I shall be like her in my 80's( not that far away !!!! haha)<br />....and, it must be so lovely for the songwriter to see his childhood home making a new home for another family. It's good to see it evolving and life carrying on as it should. XXXXJacqueline @ HOMEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06154045482594773377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-25957161976162878232011-10-06T02:22:38.479-04:002011-10-06T02:22:38.479-04:00Such a sweet post Pamela, a connection such as thi...Such a sweet post Pamela, a connection such as this to a neighborhood is a rare blessing indeed, and tugs at the heart.<br />We had a very long and nostalgic ride on the carousel this week as our 'little' 18 year old surrogate daughter from across the street, went off to live her new life in another state this weekend (when if she cared anything for us at all, she would have just stayed three, maybe six, happily baking and playing jewelry store at our house forever!), and we've been awash in memories and unable to look across the street at her house without turning to puddles. If only the carousel could somehow be stopped once in a while...even for a moment.<br />xo J~24 Cornershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13630767883910250689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-28952942280114999672011-10-05T16:48:37.159-04:002011-10-05T16:48:37.159-04:00The Circle Game is one of my favorite songs from m...The Circle Game is one of my favorite songs from my childhood, and it’s a perfect musical accompaniment for this post. I wil play this track to my daughter, who is learning guitar. How cool about the songwriter staying in his hometown. I’ve traveled far from NYC to settle in small town Maine, but it feels like home after 14 years of watching my babies grow into teenagers. What a lovely post!<br /><br />Speaking of cute babies, Scout has her first puppy class tonight. The circle goes on with dogs.Sarah Laurencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423008641739156182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-8647553549761983842011-10-05T13:39:23.331-04:002011-10-05T13:39:23.331-04:00I love the way you tell a story.
My Daughter alway...I love the way you tell a story.<br />My Daughter always sang Joni Songs. I know the words to this as my Renee sang it all the time.<br />Love to you Pamela.<br />yvonneLa Petite Galleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553902574516930172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-36670905520229408602011-10-04T22:20:55.864-04:002011-10-04T22:20:55.864-04:00Again you capture what many of us have experienced...Again you capture what many of us have experienced or can relate to: I know many people who stayed in the small town where I grew up, went to college, and then moved back again to raise their children there. Also, there are many who settled there in the 1900's and never left. I was not one of them but was there the first 18 years of my life. I am glad now that I left or I never would have broadened my horizons so much, I don't think. The baby story makes me cry.Kathy Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12326495504453579091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-19248229434666796282011-10-04T18:15:57.285-04:002011-10-04T18:15:57.285-04:00My husband and I still live in the neighborhood we...My husband and I still live in the neighborhood we grew up in. I just came in from a walk where I passed by his old home, a Craftsman bungalow that has now been totally refurbished by an energetic young couple who bought it after my mother-in-law passed away. The house is now filled with the sounds of two rambunctious boys, which would make my mother-in-law very happy. As the mother of three sons, she was always partial to little boys. Our own sons grew up being able to walk to their grandparents' houses, a rarity we recognized even then. Now my grandson lives three hours away, not too bad a distance I hear from other parents whose children live on opposite coasts or even other countries. Still, it's not the same. There can be disadvantages, as you said, living in your hometown; a feeling that you're rooted in an identity that determines how people categorize you. For many years I wanted to escape, but jobs and family kept us here. Now we have a second home in the beautiful North Carolina mountains and we plan on retiring there soon (we hope). But it will be very hard to leave my home of twenty-three years and our lovely old and familiar neighborhood. Our closest friends no longer live here and our parents have passed away. My sentimental elder son never wants us to sell the house - he always wants to be able to come home to the house of his adolescence. But the more we talk of the mountains, the more he mentions the idea of a family compound. He knows that wherever we are, we're family. And thanks for the music; Joni's the best!Carolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10021913578112308091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-46440199951826473092011-10-04T18:01:16.417-04:002011-10-04T18:01:16.417-04:00I only moved once as a child - and that was within...I only moved once as a child - and that was within the same town. THEN, at almost 19, I became adventuresome and I made the big move - across the pond here to the USA! At least I only have one place to call home back in the ' olde country' and of course visit whenever possible.<br /><br />Must be awesome still living in one's home town and knowing the families who have stayed so long. Lovely story Pamela - especially taking the cake to Emily Cait and family.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915239653283205065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-90305775785820756352011-10-04T11:34:46.764-04:002011-10-04T11:34:46.764-04:00oops! sorry, that was meant to start "so dif...oops! sorry, that was meant to start "so difficult to find anything original TO WRITE in your comment box" je m'excuse!sharon santoni at my french country homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17475608374691177747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-32108844209989978942011-10-04T11:33:19.535-04:002011-10-04T11:33:19.535-04:00so difficult to find anything original in your com...so difficult to find anything original in your comment box, because it just always has to be said "you ... write ... so ... well !"<br />I've never really worked out why it is difficult to let go of the familiar, even when we have a bright future to look forward to.<br />Thank you for your beautiful post and for the song by Joni<br /><br />xoxsharon santoni at my french country homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17475608374691177747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-83359420573063035862011-10-04T11:31:33.769-04:002011-10-04T11:31:33.769-04:00i grew up like a leaf blowing in the wind.
becaus...i grew up like a leaf blowing in the wind. <br />because of my father's job we moved every year. do you remember the song "ramblin' rose?" <br />oddly enough my mother had grown up in a new england town where her own mother had grown up.<br />then she married a texan and her life was never the same!<br />i've lived in my house now for 13 yrs... a lifetime to me!<br />thank you for another touchingly beautiful post.<br />tammy jtammy jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16568939993585811311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-21542407865852108552011-10-04T11:21:53.241-04:002011-10-04T11:21:53.241-04:00The farmer belongs to that club too Pamela - and I...The farmer belongs to that club too Pamela - and I agree with you that there are advantages and disadvantages. Until I cam along eighteen years ago he had never been further than our nearest town - but now he has been all over the world. Yes, I have certainly widened his horizons, but converseley I envy him his roots. Lovely post - beautifully written.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-56244558097433292862011-10-04T10:59:19.439-04:002011-10-04T10:59:19.439-04:00Oh, such a sweet story...I'm all smiles :)Oh, such a sweet story...I'm all smiles :)rjerdeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453912819445395042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-88667247471908433102011-10-04T04:10:19.566-04:002011-10-04T04:10:19.566-04:00Pamela, this is beautifully written. I was moved ...Pamela, this is beautifully written. I was moved at the image of the new baby in that special room filled with memories. It is lovely to reside in a neighborhood filled with one's own past. So many of us live far away from our origins and we have to rely on hazy memories. Joni Mitchell is always a good source for wisdom about life.Sunday Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13148090705938196599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-30255605459081600542011-10-04T02:56:37.188-04:002011-10-04T02:56:37.188-04:00Sweet and so nicely written, as always. I love th...Sweet and so nicely written, as always. I love the image of the elderly Mrs. Pennington in her Che Guevara t-shirt. <br /><br />I have returned to the neighborhood I grew up in, and have a small sense of the Songwriter's attachment to the place he was born. <br /><br />xosallymandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15832828827048897372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-59697402788266316922011-10-04T02:35:59.687-04:002011-10-04T02:35:59.687-04:00Oh Pamela, how you and Edward continue to touch my...Oh Pamela, how you and Edward continue to touch my heart. Life, the experience of it, what makes it, both the bitter and the sweet, worth living is authentic, connected community ("I could drink a quart of you and still be on my feet" a possible misquote--'quart' or ''draft'?--but Joni who is golden). I have been in the same apartment here in NYC USA forty two years, and still remember those who came and went over the decades, often longing for them, for the way it was when it was so much more a community than simply real estate bought and sold. Your sensibilities comfort this aging traveler by way of the electronic community we share. So, cheers to you neighbor.Ms.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09479767121319709878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-10837654708257653942011-10-04T01:15:22.954-04:002011-10-04T01:15:22.954-04:00I always wanted to lived in one place and stay the...I always wanted to lived in one place and stay there. Because we moved fairly frequently when I was a kid, I told myself when I was grown I would never move again. It only was partly true. I have never lived in one place for more than about a dozen years and then we move yet again. Living in one town, small enough to know "everyone" and be a real part of a community would have been nirvana to me.Mellodeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07515414035373189099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-53661249359217027772011-10-03T23:25:09.643-04:002011-10-03T23:25:09.643-04:00What a sweet story!What a sweet story!Clovie Boyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11273874027206808017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-26600290589543732202011-10-03T23:23:56.915-04:002011-10-03T23:23:56.915-04:00Pamela it is these roots that brought me back to K...Pamela it is these roots that brought me back to Kansas City from San Diego. It is good to be here, back home.<br /><br />Your words and images always inspire me beyond!<br /><br /><br />Xoxo<br />Karena<br /><br />Art by KarenaKarenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05206642885608991170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-31948484508527054712011-10-03T22:27:57.136-04:002011-10-03T22:27:57.136-04:00California is not home and never will be...people ...California is not home and never will be...people come and go. I lived in Venice for 30 years and only know about 3 people who are still there...I long for a life like the Songwriter...with its connections....i have nothing like that here and I feel so lonely at times.Beatnhearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14825208509765183528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-3191030176277416892011-10-03T22:19:20.657-04:002011-10-03T22:19:20.657-04:00Oh Pamela, such a moving post. The Songwriter rem...Oh Pamela, such a moving post. The Songwriter reminds me of my eldest brother, who lives on our old farm in Ireland, where he was born and, like the Songwriter has his life entwined with all the local characters. What is coincidental he gifted me with a Joanie Mitchell album, just 3 weeks ago. I saw Joanie Mitchell in a coffee shop in Toronto in the early 1970's...she has such an incredible voice<br /><br />Helen xxhelen tilstonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02791882664528962799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-80570188671156274752011-10-03T21:56:38.153-04:002011-10-03T21:56:38.153-04:00A lovely post, Pamela, and one I find particularly...A lovely post, Pamela, and one I find particularly poignant as I mark time passing and the circle starting once again with our great grandchildren - the life ahead of them exceeds my imagination, as I'm sure the life we have lived exceeded our parent's expectations. But it will hopefully all be a wonderful carousel ride!Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917331337767835985.post-4415054070751503882011-10-03T21:00:31.966-04:002011-10-03T21:00:31.966-04:00Always poignant, Pamela. At 58 years, I find myse...Always poignant, Pamela. At 58 years, I find myself saying goodbye to so, so many people and places and with each goodbye, the sadness deepens. Although I remain in the same town, I do not reside in the same neighborhood of my childhood. Today, I was at my childhood home to check on things as the house will soon be sold and I actually walked down the hall with arms outstretched to physically touch the walls because pretty soon they will become a memory. Needless to say, your post has plucked my heartstrings as they so often do.Susan Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15410955163249085072noreply@blogger.com